I am a bast! Rubin D.

there is no place more sacred than Jerusalem - “jubilant cry of thousands and thousands of sip”, “frantic heat of prayers, complaints and oaths”, “tight knapsack” of smells: incense - Christian quarter, fish - Muslim, freshly lingerie - Jewish, bread - Armenian. Living in this city is not easy, because it, according to Dina Rubina, is the “top of the tragedy”. But what would happen in the life of the writer if Jerusalem had not happened in it? In the late 1990s, Dina Rubin moves to Israel with his family. And from that moment in the writer’s life there are two homelands: one by the right of blood, the second - by the right of the language. On the difficulties and joys of fusion with the New Land, about the incredible ups and downs of the fate of their new compatriots, about the genius of the place of Jerusalem - the story, stories and essays of this book.